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Regret Came Too Late

Chapter 493
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Ethan's tone was flat, almost too calm.

But Grace could tell that if she answered wrongly, things would end badly. This choice might determine the

course of her life.

She had no idea who her biological father was, and she had no roots in Druville. If she left the country now,

would that be enough to free Ethan from the mess he was in?

After all, all Jordan wanted was a clear message from Ethan.

She tightened her grip on her collar and thought carefully for several long minutes. She tried to read something

from his back view, but he gave nothing away.

A long moment later, she whispered, "Okay, I'll do it. | won't ever cback."

As soon as the words left her mouth, the mood in the room shifted instantly as if the temperature dropped.

Grace's face turned pale. She didn't understand how her answer had offended him again. Wasn't that what he

wanted?

"Did your boyfriend even cross your mind when you answered that question?"

Grace fell silent. She liked Ed, but her current situation mattered more. Love couldn't pay the bills, and honestly,

who could guarantee forever?

She had promised Ed a lot, but one day, he might forget them all. Even men who had lost their wives and

claimed they couldn't go on remarried eventually.

She truly liked Ed. Going abroad would be painful, but it was the only option that made sense now.

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"So what was | supposed to say, Mr. Henderson?"

She had had enough of guessing what he was feeling. It was better to just ask outright.

Ethan turned around, staring at her.

For the first time, Grace saw a flicker of hatred in his eyes.

The fury and frustration in his eyes thickened into something almost physical, pressing down on her like a

weight. She couldn't breathe. Without her realizing it, she took a step back.

Ethan stood up from his wheelchair, walked to the closet, pulled out a clean set of clothes, and stepped into the

bathroom.

Grace stood outside. She was unsure what he was trying to say or do. The look in his eyes just now rattled her.

It was as if the man she thought of as cold and untouchable had, in that moment, becsomething dangerous.

She hadn't moved from her spot

when the bathroom door finally opened. Instead of steam, a rush of

icy arolled out

in the dead of winter, he had taken a cold shower. s

Ethan walked out in a bathrobe, water dripping from his chest.

His hair was still wet. As he made his way toward the window with lowered lashes, drops fell from his hair,

trailing behind him.

Grace hadn't felt anything at first, but now, it was as if the whole room was

saturated with an overwhelming sense of aggression.

A wave of unease crept over her. Suddenly, she recalled what Tim had said. Ethan liked her.

That made her even more uneasy.

The curtains were yanked shut in one swift

Ston. The bedroom

stayed brightly lit, yet the sound of the curtains being drawn rang in her ears like an alarm: fo s

She took another step backward, eyeing him cautiously.

"Break up with your boyfriend, then marry me."

That was the only sentence Ethan muttered.

She thought she must have

misheard him at first. It took her a few seconds to process, and just as she was about to argue he said

mockingly, "Your boyfriend doesn't matter that much to you anyway." s

For sreason, it felt like he was lashing out not just at her choices but at Ed himself.

"You're acting like someone | don't even know, Mr. Henderson."

The moment the words left her mouth, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and yanked her toward him.

Grace's eyes widened in shock. Before she could react, his lips were already on hers. Her heart thundered in her

chest, reaching a height it had never known.

Was he kissing her? Had he lost his mind?

She tried to pull away, but his arm was locked around her waist. His intensity coiled around her like creeping

vines. It was suffocating.

She bit down on his lips, hard.

The sharp tang of blood hit both their tongues. And yet, even then, he didn't let go.

Not even pain could make him stop.

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